Another year gone, leaving everywhere its rich spiced residues:vines, leaves, the uneaten fruits crumbling damply in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island of this summer, this Now, that now is nowhere except underfoot, moldering in the black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries–roots and sealed seeds and the wanderings of water. This I try to remember when time’s measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing to stay–how everything lives, shifting from one bright vision to another, forever in these momentary pastures. (“Fall Song” by Mary Oliver in her collection of poems, “American Primitive”)
“Bless the God of all, who has done wondrous things on earth…May he grant you joy of heart and may peace abide among you.” (Sirach 50:22-23)
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Hi Fr. Ron, these are absolutely gorgeous images!! Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thank you, Lauren. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you, Olivia. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Gorgeous photos! Love fall!
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Thank you! Happy Thanksgiving.
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you, Rita. Happy Thanksgiving!
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